*Playing The Dating Game

I don’t really talk too much on here about my love life, or lack of. It’s not deliberate, it’s just that there’s not much to tell-and there are dating bloggers out there who cover this stuff so well, I didn’t feel it was something I should be covering. But then I realised I have some ridiculous dating stories I wanted to share with you guys! I’m hoping to do a series of these collaborative posts and share multiple stories-so look out for those. All names have been changed to protect the not so innocent, during my time playing the dating game.

James

I knew James from work, although we didn’t work together anymore. I arranged to meet him in Leeds at 7pm, and my train got in at 6:45. I text him to say I’d arrived and that I’d grab a drink in the pub inside the station and wait for him. He replied saying he was going to catch a train soon (his journey took around 40 minutes!) With hindsight, I should’ve gone home at that point!

He arrived, and we decided to walk up to the Christmas Market. In the queue he started having a go at me about my political leanings (I’m left wing, a big Corbyn fan, and at the time had just started working for a trade union-I wasn’t a card carrying member of the BNP or anything) he was that offensive about it that some students in the queue behind felt the need to chip in and stick up for me. Awesome date so far, then…

We went into the Bier Keller and he drank three steins of beer (they’re pretty big) then had a go at me about a girl who had died recently in a bar and the fact the bouncers didn’t do anything (I’d commented how sad it was and how they probably tried their best to do first aid) he then insisted we went to meet his sister-so we did. His sister seemed relatively sane and I got on quite well with her, but we swiftly left her to go and get the last train home.

On the train he tried to chat up a girl sat across from us. She asked who I was, I said his friend. He confirmed we were on a date, leaving me and the poor girl wondering what on earth he was trying to chat her up for. He then sulked when a man behind started talking to me, realised I worked for a union and gave me his card to invite me to a gig for a local foodbank.

Needless to say, there was no second date! It IS pretty funny to look back on though.

If you’re a part of the dating game (I hope you have better look than I do!) there really are local sites for everyone. Some that are for all of us like adult dating, some I’m a bit young for like older dating, and some for those interested in same sex relationships like lesbian dating in Leeds and gay dating in York. We’re spoilt for choice really.

*This post is a collaborative post that I’ve been paid to write. All dating disaster stories shared in these posts are my own (sadly!)